A Letter To John Grace – August 22nd, 1854
My Dear Friend, Mr. Grace
I am much pleased with Miss H___’s letters. There is a freshness, a simplicity, and a naivete about them which, with their slightly foreign English, are very characteristic. I like the absence in them of that almost conventional language which has become almost the common epistolary style of gracious people. I shall better, perhaps, convey my meaning by quoting the remark of a friend, that “nearly all the letters in the Standard might have been written by one person.”
Like a clear brook, Miss H___’s letters allow you to see through the water to the bottom. Her very ignorance, in some points, pleases me, as it shows she is struggling upwards and onwards for divine light. A few sincere simple souls, thirsting for divine teaching, open a minister’s heart and mouth, while heady, high-minded, carping, caviling hearers only bar and close it.
Mr. Beeman always wondered what Mr. Huntington could see in him to like. It was his humility and his seeing nothing in himself.
I am sorry to hear of your trials and afflictions.
But what would you be to the Church of God without them?
An unexercised, untried minister is of little use to the suffering Church of God, Hart’s “noble army of martyrs.”
I wish you well under them, and I wish you well through them, and I wish you well after them, and then you will say, “It is well.”
I was glad to see you in town, and believe we could have found matter for conversation had your visit been longer, as I felt free to talk with you, and believe that on most points, and on all important ones, we are well agreed.
You occupy an important position in your large town, and feel, doubtless, that all your sufficiency is of God. Without Him the wisest and strongest labour in vain, and with Him the worm Jacob can thresh the mountains.
Accept the best wishes and sincere Christian love of
J. C. P.
J. C. P.